“Bravo,” I said sarcastically. He thought it was going to be that easy, did he? “I have no doubt your story is plausible, but it is going to take a lot of convincing.”
Max gave me that devil-may-care grin and bestowed a deep, hungry wet kiss on my lips. As usual when Max came near me, I gave into him instantly.
“Princess … do we have a deal?” he breathed into my mouth. My eyes connected with his, and my first thought was to say NO! Scream NO! But I didn’t want to. I wanted him, and if this was the only way I could have him and save the winery, then so be it. I’m so doing this.
“Yes. But—”
Max held up his hand and dug out his phone. He dialled and waited with a smug grin. “Hey, Dad? Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to call so late, but I just wanted to share some good news with you. I’ve just asked Jada Sinclair to marry me. She is now officially my fiancée.”
Shit. There was no going back now.
Bastard. He locked his gaze with mine as he continued to lie to his father. “Really? I thought I’d told you about Jada; that we were dating. No? Well, we’ve kept it under wraps, but the cat is out of the bag now.” Max gleamed in a victorious smile. “Of course I’d love to bring her to lunch tomorrow. See you then. Yeah, sure, around noon; we’ll be there.”
He hung up and looked at me. “See? Piece of cake, Princess. Now, why don’t you set up a dinner with your parents so we can tell them our good news? Hopefully, that’ll pave the way to convincing everyone we’re head over heels in love. Now, let’s get out of here so I can fuck you senseless.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
MAX
Back in the limo, she was as quiet as a mouse. God, she was fun to tease, and I loved that she fought back; Jada Sinclair was feisty. “So, where are we doing this, my place or a hotel?”
She laughed. “You just don’t know when to stop, do you? What happened between us was a mistake. It never should’ve happened.”
A mistake? Oh, hell no, I didn’t make mistakes. I was the type of guy who knew what he wanted and always got it; it would be no different this time. I moved closer to her. So, she wanted to play hard to get, did she? That was fine by me. I never was one to turn down a challenge, and oh, what a delicious challenge she was.
“I beg to differ,” I said as I twirled strands of her hair around my fingers, pulling her head back against the cushioned seats.
She looked like a frightened, caged animal. I paused briefly before putting one hand above her head and bringing the other to her face. I slowly caressed her cheek with the back of my hand, loving how soft it was, remembering how it’d felt when she’d lain on top of me. I could tell she was giving in. She leaned into my touch, her eyelids fluttering closed and I couldn’t stop myself.
I slanted my mouth over hers and slipped my tongue between her lips; her mouth was hot and sweet. She was panting, and her breasts were straining against the white triangles holding her dress together. Her tongue duelled with mine in a forbidden erotic dance that had my cock thickening. I was going crazy with lust; I had to touch her. My hand slid up and down the entire length of her body until I stopped on her breast and squeezed her ripe, plump flesh.
“Max, please.” She pushed me away. “Please. We can’t do this here, in the car. I admit it, what we did was wonderful. I won’t deny it, but this can’t happen between us again so soon, okay?”
This woman had me tied up in knots. I could hear what she was saying, but I wasn’t so sure I understood it. I was so engrossed on her swollen, puffy lips that I almost missed what she’d said. “What, why not?”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Because I don’t want it to.”
I raised my brows at her. “You’re a liar, Jada Sinclair.”
“What? No, I’m not.” Her hands balled into fists, and she dropped them to her sides. I could tell she was about to lose it; I just needed to keep goading her, and she’d be mine.
“Really? So, why do you keep glancing down to my crotch?”
“Well, it is kind of difficult to miss considering the size you have tucked away under there.”
I chuckled. “So, you remember that part of me well. Now, that’s what I like to hear; I always like to make an impression.”
Looking down at my hand still stroking her breasts, I smiled and asked her, “And why are your nipples so hard? I can feel them through this scrap of a dress. They are saluting me, baby.”
“It’s cold in here.”
I laughed at her.
“It’s the middle of a hot Australian summer, babe, so stop making excuses. I know damn well you want me again just as much as I want you. I bet you’re wet, too.”